Page 11 of Guardian of Misty Mountain

Finally, I start to come back down. I’m a shaking, sweating, puddle of satisfaction. My legs fall from Adrian’s shoulders as he stands up and pulls out his dick.

Holy fucking fuck. I mean, just…

“I’m not fucking you today, beautiful. But I need this,” he grunts, stroking his massive cock. God, why is that so hot?

I nod my head and spread my legs open for him, seeing his need and wanting to meet it. Adrian groans and stares at me, jerking himself off to my naked, exposed body. I watch in awe as his massive shaft grows even longer and then swells up. Adrian hisses and throws his head back, pumping his fist furiously.

When he tips his head back down to look at me, his eyes are nearly black. He bares his teeth and clenches his jaw before stepping closer and pressing the tip of his cock against my clit.

I gasp at how incredible it feels having his hot, hard dick rubbing against me. Adrian lets out a roar as he comes on my pussy, releasing his seed in forceful jets against my clit. An unexpected orgasm rips through me. It’s short but so damn intense I see black spots in the corners of my vision.

“That’s it, that’s so fucking it,” Adrian groans as the last of his pleasure fades.

He falls on top of me, catching himself on his forearms so he doesn’t crush me completely. His lips are on mine, giving me a taste of my own release, even as I feel his drip down my pussy.

Adrian rolls his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling as we come down from our high. “You’re incredible,” he whispers before rolling to the side. Adrian drags me over his chest and strokes my back in a calming gesture. “I’m never letting you go.”

I curl up against his chest, letting his sweet touches and whispered promises carry me into a peaceful rest.

5

ADRIAN

“Did you build this cabin yourself?” Amelia asks in awe as she walks up the steps to the wrap-around porch.

“Mostly,” I say, rubbing the back of my neck. I’ve never had anyone over, aside from the one time Amelia took it upon herself to visit. I’m not sure what to do with all of her praise and attention, but I’m trying to accept her kind words just like I hope she’s starting to believe mine.

“This is… I have no words. Immaculate. Beautiful. Perfection. I guess those are words,” she says with a laugh.

I watch the auburn-haired goddess run her fingers over the railing and then marvel over the rocking chairs and porch swing, each hand-crafted and etched with vines, flowers, and pine trees on the back of the seats.

Amelia has the entire day off from her job at the bookstore, so after we woke up from our mid-morning nap earlier, I suggested we go on an official tour of my property. She seemed to love it when she came to visit and I wanted to show her more of what now belongs to her. Everything I have is hers; my heart, my home, my business, and anything else she wants.

“Those were some of the first pieces I made when I moved up here after getting out of the Marines,” I tell her as I step upbehind her on the porch. “I needed something to do with my hands. The original cabin was just the kitchen and a small one-room living space with an outhouse in the yard. I worked my ass off during the daylight hours to build a fortress with indoor plumbing, heating, and electricity. But during the evenings, I found myself itching todosomething. Hence the furniture. Once the cabin was complete, I kept woodworking and expanding my skill set.”

Amelia turns to face me, placing her hands on my chest. I gather them up in mine and kiss her knuckles. “You’re incredibly talented, Adrian. Turning all that pain into something beautiful… It's an admirable quality.”

“I’m really not admirable or honorable. You’re being too kind.” I try dismissing her words, but she won’t let me.

“Look at me,” Amelia gently commands. She cups the side of my cheek, drawing my attention back to her face. “I don’t know what happened in your past, but I can see the scars you carry aren’t just on your face, they’re etched deep in your soul. I can tell you want to hide away from the world because you don’t feel worthy enough. Someone wise once told me I’m worthy of feeling safe and free. So are you, Adrian.”

“Amelia…” I don’t know how to respond. I’m overwhelmed by her tender heart and the way she can speak directly to my deepest insecurities.

“You don’t have to say anything,” she murmurs. “Just let it be enough that I see you for who you are.”

“Who am I?” I hold my breath as I wait for her answer.

“You’re mine.”

She seals her declaration with a kiss, one that tells me everything I need to know. My woman sees all of my broken pieces and still wants to be with me. She wants me as her own, and fuck if I’m going to refuse her anything she asks for.

I let her take over, owning this kiss and promising me so much more. My hand weaves into her long hair, tugging her head up so I can dive deeper into her sweetness. She moans hungrily as she claws at my shirt, the kiss growing desperate with what we both need.

I lift my girl up in my arms and carry her inside, setting her down and pressing her against the closed door. My hands slide up and down her curves while I kiss her soft, already-swollen lips. She melts against me, her body becoming pliant as I kiss and touch and feel all of her, everything she is.

Amelia runs her hands up my torso and loops her arms around my neck, pulling me back down for a punishing kiss. I open up and take what she’s offering, meeting each frantic stroke of her tongue with just as much passion and need as she’s giving me.

She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, breaking our kiss so she can gulp down air. Her hands drift down to my biceps, where she grips me tightly, keeping me in place. I’m sure as fuck not going anywhere.

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